A pain more agonizing than anything I had ever felt in my life was coursing through my foot and up my leg. My mind wasn’t focused on anything but the pain in my foot, which had been dotted with twin bullet holes. I should have been paying more attention to the battle that was surrounding me. Bullets were flying everywhere, making loud whistling noises as they whizzed past. Members of the Trailvyners and soldiers hired by Crawley were running about everywhere, trying to off each other with weapons ranging all across the spectrum. Fighting back tears, I managed to make it to a small abandoned shed that was missing most of the roof and half of the walls. It wasn’t a very sound structure, but it was protection enough from the gunfire. It was a much better fort than the caravan that was sitting amidst the battlefield.
Hiding in the caravan was not a good idea at all, which I discovered shortly before making a break for the abandoned shed. Upon making my hobbling escape, a sharp pain in my shoulder shocked my system as another bullet assaulted my person. I had reached The Librarian, and she assisted me with making it the rest of the way. Upon making it behind the fragile walls, she had me lean on the wall and raise my foot so she could put a splint on it. I was pretty sure my foot was broken at this point. Pain shot up my leg as she removed the bullets from my foot, and I almost kicked her in the face from flinching. The rest of her procedure seemed to go off without a hitch, as she wrapped the splint around my foot with gauze. She then moved to my shoulder, which had a similar medical treatment, without the splint. Leaning on one of the remaining walls, I slouched down to a squat as my partner went back to the battle. I let my weapon fall to the floor with a thud. It wasn’t anything impressive; just my switchblade tied to the end of a broomstick that lost the functioning broom part. I nicknamed it “The Claw” while we were traveling because I was bored.
The Librarian left me with my thoughts as she went back to fight. Feeling numb after journeying to this spot, I focused my gaze to the door. The battle raging outside was no longer on my mind, as I was too preoccupied with keeping myself from passing out. I directed my attention to the floor, where I spied one set of footprints leading through the door, dyed dark red from the wounds on my foot. Mine was the only set of prints visible; the dry environment leaving other means of tracks minimal. The only other evidence of life in this area was swirling clouds of dust left behind by The Librarian as she shifted in her position. I couldn’t shake the violent ringing in my ears away, which made hearing much else very difficult. If The Librarian was trying to talk to me, there was no way I could have made out any words from her. I could see her lips moving, but any words she was saying were lost to me. Not having the energy to lift my line of vision much higher, I focused my sight on the bandages on my foot. I felt much better after The Librarian treated me, but I could tell that I would need much more help as soon as I could get it. The white gauze was already starting to turn colors, and I wasn’t sure if it was just my mind messing with me, but I felt like I could feel the blood seeping out of my wounds. My shoulder also felt damp after being shot through.
I often found myself lost in my memories, and this would be no exception. I had to think of a way that I could still be useful to my travelling party in the state I was in, and I was struggling to think of something I could do. But as I narrowed my vision on my foot, I remembered a place that my parents would stop at when we travelled down this path. A Hospital, nothing too big but efficient enough, rested a few miles up the road. I could show my teammates the way to get there, so we could all get some help. This hospital wasn’t too far away from where we were at the moment, but it would probably still take most of the day to get there with new injuries compromising our speed. I would certainly need assistance in walking to this sanctuary. The Claw would do me some good, because upon removing my switchblade from the tip I could substitute the broomstick as a walking stick. With this I would only need someone to keep an eye on me, just in case I fell or something.
Telling The Librarian about the Hospital was the best idea I would think of, but she was busy trying to get a good shot with her gun so she could make her mark in this fight. Telling her after things calmed down would be the better alternative. I doubted I was the only one with injuries, and thought that a Hospital was the perfect place to lay low for a while. I would tell her and the rest of the group once I could get their attention. I might not have been good at fighting, and my diplomacy wasn’t doing me any favors as of late, but I knew this had to be a good idea. It had to be.
Hiding in the caravan was not a good idea at all, which I discovered shortly before making a break for the abandoned shed. Upon making my hobbling escape, a sharp pain in my shoulder shocked my system as another bullet assaulted my person. I had reached The Librarian, and she assisted me with making it the rest of the way. Upon making it behind the fragile walls, she had me lean on the wall and raise my foot so she could put a splint on it. I was pretty sure my foot was broken at this point. Pain shot up my leg as she removed the bullets from my foot, and I almost kicked her in the face from flinching. The rest of her procedure seemed to go off without a hitch, as she wrapped the splint around my foot with gauze. She then moved to my shoulder, which had a similar medical treatment, without the splint. Leaning on one of the remaining walls, I slouched down to a squat as my partner went back to the battle. I let my weapon fall to the floor with a thud. It wasn’t anything impressive; just my switchblade tied to the end of a broomstick that lost the functioning broom part. I nicknamed it “The Claw” while we were traveling because I was bored.
The Librarian left me with my thoughts as she went back to fight. Feeling numb after journeying to this spot, I focused my gaze to the door. The battle raging outside was no longer on my mind, as I was too preoccupied with keeping myself from passing out. I directed my attention to the floor, where I spied one set of footprints leading through the door, dyed dark red from the wounds on my foot. Mine was the only set of prints visible; the dry environment leaving other means of tracks minimal. The only other evidence of life in this area was swirling clouds of dust left behind by The Librarian as she shifted in her position. I couldn’t shake the violent ringing in my ears away, which made hearing much else very difficult. If The Librarian was trying to talk to me, there was no way I could have made out any words from her. I could see her lips moving, but any words she was saying were lost to me. Not having the energy to lift my line of vision much higher, I focused my sight on the bandages on my foot. I felt much better after The Librarian treated me, but I could tell that I would need much more help as soon as I could get it. The white gauze was already starting to turn colors, and I wasn’t sure if it was just my mind messing with me, but I felt like I could feel the blood seeping out of my wounds. My shoulder also felt damp after being shot through.
I often found myself lost in my memories, and this would be no exception. I had to think of a way that I could still be useful to my travelling party in the state I was in, and I was struggling to think of something I could do. But as I narrowed my vision on my foot, I remembered a place that my parents would stop at when we travelled down this path. A Hospital, nothing too big but efficient enough, rested a few miles up the road. I could show my teammates the way to get there, so we could all get some help. This hospital wasn’t too far away from where we were at the moment, but it would probably still take most of the day to get there with new injuries compromising our speed. I would certainly need assistance in walking to this sanctuary. The Claw would do me some good, because upon removing my switchblade from the tip I could substitute the broomstick as a walking stick. With this I would only need someone to keep an eye on me, just in case I fell or something.
Telling The Librarian about the Hospital was the best idea I would think of, but she was busy trying to get a good shot with her gun so she could make her mark in this fight. Telling her after things calmed down would be the better alternative. I doubted I was the only one with injuries, and thought that a Hospital was the perfect place to lay low for a while. I would tell her and the rest of the group once I could get their attention. I might not have been good at fighting, and my diplomacy wasn’t doing me any favors as of late, but I knew this had to be a good idea. It had to be.